Carefree Page #2

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- Judge Travers.

- How do you do?

Well, I beat you today, Stephen.

That makes us even-steven.

Well, just wait for the finals.

- How'd you like my exhibition, Cora?

- Pretty good, Joe, I guess.

Pretty good? It was pretty perfect.

If you could only play bridge

the way you play scat.

It's skeet, and besides,

you don't play it.

That's what I mean, Joe.

You don't play bridge either.

You're getting terrific lengths

with your drives, Dr. Flagg.

Thank you, Mr. MacPherson.

You're very, very encouraging.

It's about time, Mac.

Quack. Have you any suggestions?

Maybe you were hitting it

with your subconscious mind.

You know, the one that dreams.

Smack it once with your conscious.

It'll go when I hit it.

What happened to that theory

of coordination you were hot about?

- Doing several things at the same time.

- Oh, that.

Murph, set them up.

What's the matter, Aunt Cora?

Did you lose something?

Not that I know of. Why?

You keep looking back

all the time.

Oh, I was looking

for that Dr. Quack.

Flagg?

Is he coming, Steve?

It seems silly to keep it a secret.

He said he wanted to psychoanalyze you

on your bicycle.

Oh, so that's why we came.

I wouldn't mind being analyzed by him

on my bicycle.

Or on anything, come to think of it.

Well, well, what luck.

- None.

- Well, Tony, what a pleasant surprise.

Steve, can't you see that Dr. Flagg

wants to ride with me alone?

Oh, sorry, Tony.

Want to drop back here with me,

Aunt Cora?

All right,

if you don't try to amuse me.

Well?

Will you please tell me something?

Why were you suddenly

so unfriendly yesterday?

Quote, " Just another one of those dizzy,

silly, maladjusted females...

...who can't make up her mind,"

unquote.

Well, of course,

that was before I met you.

Well, I can forgive you

for saying I have no mind...

...but I'm afraid maybe you're right

about my being maladjusted.

We're never really afraid

of anything we understand.

That sounds as if it makes sense.

Of course, if we know the reason

for most fears, we can dispel them.

Very often,

fear is just a simple phobia:

Afraid of darkness,

afraid of great heights...

...afraid of marriage.

- You better put on your brakes, doctor.

- What?

It's getting steep.

Hey, look out.

Take it easy, doctor.

I can't.

Now, don't show off.

I'm not, my chain's broken.

Please, Miss Cooper, look out.

Doctor, are you all right?

Yes, I guess so.

You win.

- Shall you order now, Mr. Arden?

- No.

- We'll wait for Miss Cooper and Dr. Flagg.

- Very good, sir.

Is this one of your silent treatments,

doctor?

Trying to think of some mental

prescription that might induce dreams.

Here we go again.

I hate to be persistent,

but I'm trying to help you and Steve.

And I have to dream?

Well, it would simplify matters,

and it's possible to make you dream.

Well, I'll try anything,

if you can guarantee the dream.

Good.

I imagine women find Dr. Flagg

very charming, especially girls.

Why, Tony's a doctor.

Amanda's only his patient.

He's all wrapped up in his work, isn't he?

Then you'll eat whatever I order?

To paraphrase, doctor,

you're the doctor.

Behold the guinea pig.

Aunt Cora, Steve,

I'm on a diet to dream.

How marvelous. Who's the lucky man?

Miss Cooper is going to dream tonight

by eating dream-provoking foods.

Tomorrow I'll explain her dream

to her.

I'd eat anything if I thought

it would make my dreams come true.

May I recommend the filet mignon

smothered with mushrooms.

No, thank you. Miss Cooper

would prefer a seafood cocktail.

- Seafood cocktail.

- With whipped cream.

Seafood cocktail with whipped cream?

But not too much whipped cream,

just a soupon.

- Soupon.

- Next, I'd like a largish Welsh rarebit.

Instead of the seafood cocktail

with whipped cream?

No.

You mean, madame,

she wishes to eat them both?

- Yes.

- Double up on the cheese.

- I know something that tastes perfectly vile.

- Good, what is it?

Lobster with gobs of mayonnaise.

- Wonderful.

- Oh, yes.

Instead of the Welsh rarebit...

...and seafood cocktail

with whipped cream?

- No, all of them.

- That lobster sounds wonderful.

Bring me an order of that.

Pardon, madame, but that all makes

a very bad combination.

Yes, I know.

Now all you need

is a good, solid dessert.

May I suggest

cucumbers and buttermilk.

- Yes.

- Wonderful.

And a side order

of strawberry shortcake.

- Have you got all that?

- Yes.

Seafood cocktail with whipped cream.

A largish Welsh rarebit.

Lobster with gobs of mayonnaise.

Cucumbers and buttermilk.

I think I better go home

and go to bed, Amanda.

Oh, no, the fun's just beginning.

Mine got near the end when you ate

that second Welsh rarebit.

- Please, let's forget the experiment.

- Don't you feel sleepy, Miss Cooper?

Never felt better in my life.

In fact, now I'm sorry

I had to pass up that second lobster.

Oh, Amanda, please.

Are you sure you're not sleepy?

Not a bit. I'll go mix you some drinks.

Well, as long as your niece

feels so well...

...and Steve is obviously not so good,

I think I'd better see him home.

Good night, Miss Cooper.

Good night.

Come on,

there's nothing really wrong with you.

It's all in your mind.

Think you're all right and you'll be all right.

Oh, but those

cucumbers and buttermilk...

...and lobsters

and strawberry shortca...

See what I mean?

Oh, doctor, here's the sedative

you asked me to bring over.

Connors, you better go in there,

give Miss Cooper a teaspoonful.

- It's very important. Make her take it.

- Miss Cooper, yes, sir.

Steve, maybe we better walk down.

- Are you Miss Cooper?

- Yes.

Dr. Flagg sent me to take care of you.

Well, how nice of Dr. Flagg.

Come in.

What does he think should be done?

Well, I'm gonna give you something

that'll relax you completely.

Sit down.

Perhaps we'd better talk this over first.

Now, first,

I want you to have confidence in me.

I have a feeling I'm going to have

complete confidence in you.

Well, that's just fine.

I'm so glad you're a friend

of Dr. Flagg's.

I have no confidence in strangers.

Dr. Flagg is a remarkable man.

Dr. Flagg always knows what's best.

I can believe that.

Now...

I want you to take

just a little sip of this.

All right. What is it?

It... It'll help relax you.

All right, but I'm not at all nervous.

Now, go right in and go to bed.

Cocktail with whipped cream.

A good, solid dessert.

Cucumbers and buttermilk.

Gobs of mayonnaise.

Strawberry shortcake.

Strange how a dreary world

Can suddenly change

To a world as bright

As the evening star

Queer what a difference

When your vision is clear

And you see things as they really are

I used to be colorblind

But I met you

And now I find

There's green in the grass

There's gold in the moon

There's blue in the sky

That semicircle

That was always hanging about

Is not a storm cloud

It's a rainbow

You brought the colors out

Believe me, it's really true

Till I met you

I never knew a setting sun

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